Trust me: You aren’t special enough to ever see them.
Two words: Fried butter.
Focus on the ice cream, let everything healthy go bad.
I didn’t meet my soulmate, but I had a lot of fun.
It’s a 55-minute exercise in trying not to pass out.
Children are terrifying. So are 19-year olds with Snapchat.
I could write a novel based on their balcony conversations.
We’ve been stuck in traffic for hours. So I’ve made some assumptions about you.